I rubbed my back, getting over the shock of the fall. The previously stacked documents were spread all around me.
"Dammit. Check where you're going, Alice !"
"Sorry." she answered sheepishly, helping me gather the dropped papers.
"It's the third time today." I was getting angry now. "You keep fucking running into me and..."
Alice looked afraid. "Millie. I'm really, really sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"I don't care. Get your shit together and..."
correction: appropriate tone
My community manager took over and cut me off.
information: emotional state
Damn. I was stressing her out, more than she already was. "Sorry, Alice. I didn't mean to shout at you."
"It's okay." Alice breathed. "It's my fault too."
suggestion: improved relationship
"Let's just finish today, and then go for a drink together. Okay ?"
She smiled at me. "Okay."
While picking up the remaining sheets, I couldn't help but appreciate what happened. Community managers were a godsend. No need for arguments when a brain chip could make you avoid them.
Sometimes, they seemed too convenient, stopping us just at the right time. Maybe...
correction: manager trust
My manager took over and changed my thought. No, they were working exactly as intended.